Thursday, 30 December 2010

silent dance

25 comments:

chère magnifique tellement gentille Roxana, ah I had just written to you and said that you have put so much magic into my soul here at the bridge and that I would return to the bridge to welcome the new year with you and that I remembered you at christmas mass.

Yes the cosmic composition of the silent dance,the calligraphy written across the skies to the angel's strings that welcome the new year.It is a truly magical birth again as we turn the leaves of our lives.

Thankyou for this masterpeice that calls out to us from the darkness of depth into this enchanted light.

I am looking for a lost memory, yes this peice reminds me of the celebration as a child of the fest of the three kings and I was mesmerized by the christmas tree lights in the darkness and the word magi coming from the word magician.

Roxana,On seeing this, on reading the words, in their infinite beauty and simplicity, a song came to mind.

So I looked for the song, and found this right away :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ode6kDoEfR8

And at the end, I was amazed, there is an image of a floating bridge going up into the clouds. What can I say ? Chance ? Serendipity ?

The words, if this can help, are :

For A Dancer ... by Jackson Browne

"Keep a fire burning in your eyePay attention to the open skyYou never know what will be coming down

I don't remember losing track of youYou were always dancing in and out of viewI must've thought you'd always be aroundAlways keeping things real by playing the clownNow you're nowhere to be found

I don't know what happens when people dieCan't seem to grasp it as hard as I tryIt's like a song I can hear playing right in my earThat I can't singI can't help listening

I can't help feeling stupid standing 'roundCrying as they ease you down'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancingDancing our sorrow away(Right on dancing)No matter what fate chooses to play(There's nothing you can do about it anyway)

Just do the steps that you've been shownBy everyone you've ever knownUntil the dance becomes your very ownNo matter how close to yours another's steps have grownIn the end there is one dance you'll do alone

Keep a fire for the human raceLet your prayers go drifting into spaceYou never know what will be coming down

Perhaps a better world is drawing nearJust as easily, it could all disappearAlong with whatever meaning you might have foundDon't let the uncertainty turn you around(The world keeps turning around and around)Go on and make a joyful sound

Into a dancer you have grownFrom a seed somebody else has thrownGo on ahead and throw some seeds of your ownAnd somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you goMay lie a reason you were alive but you'll never know"

Madeleine, if my little unsteady Bridge managed that, to put magic into your soul, then i am more that happy, what more could i wish than to make people open up to beauty and magic vision, even for just one second?yes, when i saw this picture myself, i felt like jumping high, as a child, it seemed a window unto a fairy world :-)

thank you so much for all your enthusiastic wishes and for being so close, always...

Owen, thank you so much for this wonderful gift, such a touching song - and yes, this particular line: "In the end there is one dance you'll do alone" strikes a very deep chord in me...

Lynne, that's always best, no, following that dance jumping out, unable to do anything else... isn't artistic creation such a dance, as well?

thank you Lydia, for all your visits and the thoughtful comments you left on the past posts as well, i treasure every word! and now the gift of this wonderful dance, such a good way to start the new year...

mythopolis, and how true this is! again, i think every artist and poet would say the same...

anonymous, as you see, everybody else (including myself) found this picture blissful and joyful, so it seems indeed that you are down these days, but who could blame you, i don't know why the passing of another year of our life should give us reasons to celebrate :-)(and i _do_ love 'haunting' as a description of my pictures)

Stickup Artist, your magical journey through the desert has been an inspiration to me as well, a quiet place of contemplation and joy... indeed, a place where i can hear that silent music... thank you, from all my heart!

Trée, thank you so much, dear friend - all the best for you too, and for your dear ones...

dear Ofelia, how right you are, every music, indeed... thank you so much for your warmth and sensitivity, i am still dreaming of your frozen blue worlds, you know? :-)a hug!

Manu, yes, the world sings, sometimes i feel this is the only thing one needs to know...te iau in brate, da da, cu atata dor! :-)